it's all in the hips

Superboy blinked, clearly caught off guard as he processed her words, his brows knitting slightly as he searched her face. "Wait...not completely female?" he echoed, trying to piece it together, a mix of curiosity and concern in his voice. After a moment, he gave a small, almost awkward smile. "I guess I'm not entirely sure what that means... Your outfit..." He meant costume, but he didn't want to break character.

The dancer bit her lip again, gently running her hands over his chest. "Mentally, I'm feeling female. I'm presenting female. But physically?" Nervously, she took his hand, guiding it between her thighs to the obvious bulge inside of her skimpy thong. She didn't hold his hand there long, just enough for him to realize what he meant. "Everything else about me is female. Except that."

"Oh, I definitely want to," she grinned, as she put an arm around the dancer and held her close. "Who wouldn't want someone so pretty?"

Her smile was hidden against the beautiful woman's throat. "I'm yours to play with as you'd like," the dancer murmured, lightly dragging her tongue along the soft skin of her neck, hoping Peggy would take advantage of the open offer.

He groaned desperately, and nodded quickly. "Oh God, yes! This is exactly what I need!" he gasped eagerly, squeezing hard against her cock.

Both hands gripped him firmly, thumbs digging into the meat of his ass to keep his firm cheeks spread wide. "Fuck, you're so tight for a needy boy," the dancer panted, the decorations on her top jingling with every thrust of her hips.

Superboy followed her with a warm smile, feeling his skin warm as they moved into the quiet, shadowed corner. "Yeah... this works perfectly," he murmured, his voice low. He took her hand, pulling her close as they started to sway gently to the distant music. "The way you move is beautiful," he said, giving her a little grin as he lifted her chin to meet his gaze. "Your body is beautiful, period." His fingers brushed a strand of hair from her face, his hand settling at her waist as he leaned in. "Can I show you how beautiful I think you are?" He paused, searching her eyes for a moment, biting his lower lip.

She happily leaned into his arms, feeling warm and happy against his chest as he pulled her close. A shy smile touched her lips when he tipped her face up and touched her so gently, insisting on her beauty. The dancer ached to just give in to his offer - but she knew she had to be honest with something, so he wouldn't be surprised. "I really want you too - but you should know I'm not - completely female," she murmured, hoping he wouldn't pull away from her after learning that.

She licked her lips, groping the plump behind in front of her, loving how eager this precious piggy seemed to be. "How can I refuse something as sweet as this?" the dancer mused, kneeling behind the other and not wasting a moment before she leaned in to lap hungrily at his hole.

The fuck pig groaned loudly as his hole was eaten out, and gripped the ties that held him to the wall tightly. "Oh God," he moaned desperately, his dick leaking precum against his firm stomach.

Hearing and feeling him react to her tongue was making her moan against him, the skimpy silk thong under her skirt beginning to get tighter as her cock swelled. Flushed, she leaned back enough to spit over his hole, easing a finger into the twitching entrance. "You do taste sweet - and I bet you'll sound even sweeter getting fucked," she teased.

He whined happily, and nodded. "I bet I do!" he grinned up at the dancer. "Can you fuck me? I'd love to be fucked so hard right now," he whimpered, wiggling his ass as she fingered him.

Straightening up, she shifted her skirt to the side, easing her thong down over the thick cock trapped inside so she could slap it against the piggy's cheeks. "Does it feel like I can fuck you hard?" she hummed, sliding her cock over his hole in a tease.

He whined as he felt that cock against his cheeks, and whimpered eagerly. "Yes! I bet you can do it as hard as you want!" he moaned, pulling on the ropes tying him in position.

She didn’t wast another moment before thrusting inside him, moaning happily as she sank into his tight heat. “This what you needed, little piggy?” She hummed, holding his hips tight to slam into him.

She blushed and let her skirt fall, though it didn't sit quite right over her groin. "Would you like to find out more about it?" she asked, moving closer, her hips tipping in lazy sways. "I'm sure you could make me want to tell you all my secrets."

She bit her lip as Peggy continued to touch her, leaning against her chest. “You would want to do that, Miss Peggy?” she asked, taking the chance to nuzzle against the other’s throat.

She bit her bottom lip, watching the way his muscles danced, the movement just as mesmerizing as her hips were to him. As he kept trying, so delightfully committed, she kept moving along with him, thumbs running over the front of his slim hips. "I think you're doing well - but I wouldn't mind giving some - private lessons," she agreed, her cheeks flushing prettily.

Superboy’s grin turned a little softer, admiration clear in his eyes. “I was hoping you’d say yes,” he said, giving her hips a gentle squeeze. “Because I could watch the most beautiful dancer here move all day—there’s something kind of amazing about the way you make it look so effortless.” His gaze lingered on her for a beat longer, drifting to her lips. “Plus, I’d probably focus a lot better without anyone else around. Just you and me, no distractions…”

She flushed at his sweet words, the squeeze to her hips making her shiver in his arms. “I don’t know about the most beautiful,” she said, looking down shyly. The way he looked at her lips didn’t escape her. She reached to take his hand. “Come on,” she said simply, leading him from the dance floor, to one of darker corners, for some semblance of privacy. “Does this work?”

“I’m happy just watchin’ Tuts!” Harley cheers, moving hips from side to side, dancing as well. “Where’d a gorgeous thing like yous learn to move like that, anywho?” Harley’s eyes didn’t leave the belly dancer “You’d make perfect entertainment for Mista J and I”

The cheering had her grinning, arms going up to show off the lean line of her torso as she flicked her hip up and down. "Here and there. Only entertainment? Or would there be something more?" she asked teasingly, shimmying closer to the other.

He scoffed a laugh, "Sweetheart, I've got one night of freedom and I've been stuck in a prison full of men who aren't interested in me for God knows how long. Yes, I'm sure," he agreed. He growled even hotter, surprised, but not discouraged, "I will take your right here in the middle of this dance floor if you don't make a damned decision quick."

His almost feral reaction had her shivering in his arms. "As tempting as that sounds - I think I want a little privacy for you to take me apart," she agreed, sliding her hand into his. Her heart was pounding in her chest, following the convict's lead, hopefully to somewhere they could get to know each other a little better.

Superboy laughed, his grin widening as her words fueled his confidence. "Maybe in different scenarios." He offered, hoping a little flexing would keep the dancer interested. He steadied himself, focusing on keeping his chest still like she said. It took a few tries, but he finally felt his hips starting to loosen up, moving in sync with her rhythm, but still nowhere as good as her. His hands stayed on her hips, enjoying the closeness as he tried to follow her lead. “You know, I think I might need private lessons. If you'd be up for that."

She bit her bottom lip, watching the way his muscles danced, the movement just as mesmerizing as her hips were to him. As he kept trying, so delightfully committed, she kept moving along with him, thumbs running over the front of his slim hips. "I think you're doing well - but I wouldn't mind giving some - private lessons," she agreed, her cheeks flushing prettily.

She licked her lips, groping the plump behind in front of her, loving how eager this precious piggy seemed to be. "How can I refuse something as sweet as this?" the dancer mused, kneeling behind the other and not wasting a moment before she leaned in to lap hungrily at his hole.

The fuck pig groaned loudly as his hole was eaten out, and gripped the ties that held him to the wall tightly. "Oh God," he moaned desperately, his dick leaking precum against his firm stomach.

Hearing and feeling him react to her tongue was making her moan against him, the skimpy silk thong under her skirt beginning to get tighter as her cock swelled. Flushed, she leaned back enough to spit over his hole, easing a finger into the twitching entrance. "You do taste sweet - and I bet you'll sound even sweeter getting fucked," she teased.

He whined happily, and nodded. "I bet I do!" he grinned up at the dancer. "Can you fuck me? I'd love to be fucked so hard right now," he whimpered, wiggling his ass as she fingered him.

Straightening up, she shifted her skirt to the side, easing her thong down over the thick cock trapped inside so she could slap it against the piggy's cheeks. "Does it feel like I can fuck you hard?" she hummed, sliding her cock over his hole in a tease.

She blushed and let her skirt fall, though it didn't sit quite right over her groin. "Would you like to find out more about it?" she asked, moving closer, her hips tipping in lazy sways. "I'm sure you could make me want to tell you all my secrets."

"I'm sure I could make you tell me anything I wanted," Peggy chuckled, as she stepped closer. "So why don't you get that pretty arse in my lap and tell me your secrets," she grinned, as she took a seat next to the table.

The dancer happily perched on the woman's lap, swishing the long front panel of her skirt out of the way so Peggy could see her straining thong between her thighs. "What kind of secrets would you like to know? Probably not like the time I snuck two pieces of cake before dinner," she said with a smile.

Peggy chuckled, and shook her head. "Not exactly like that, no darling," she smiled, as she reached between the dancer's legs to tease at her thong. "Tell me about secrets like this one," she grinned, as she found the dancer's cock and began to tease it.

Her breath came out in a shudder, both hands resting on the soldier's shoulders. "Well - I just like to look pretty sometimes. And feel - feminine," she murmured, struggling not to rock her hips into the teasing touch.

His firm hold had her arching closer, heat swirling under her skin. She let her tongue explore his skin in warm, lazy strokes, hands groping and gripping at his firm shoulders. The way their hips moved together definitely made her think of something else they could be doing - something that would absolutely fill his craving of human contact.

More moans and gasps came from him as her mouth explored him, his own hands working from her hips, up her sides and over to her breasts, palming them strongly. "You want to take this dance elsewhere?" he asked pressing his growing bulge against her in invitation.

She moaned as he groped her chest, biting her bottom lip. "I would love to - you sure you want to though?" she asked, pressing her hips to his so he could feel her own bulge against his, the pressure making her groan.

"Thank you!" She'd been practicing hard for the party, wanting to truly fall into the role she wanted to play. Smiling, she took his hands, tugging him a little closer to her. "I think you can keep up," she teased, putting his hands on her hips. "Now, it's all about the down with your hips,' she explained, shifting her feet and rocking her hips to show him what she meant. "And keeping the movement isolated just to your hips. It looks sexier that way."

The mass of muscle was clearly having a hard time finding the rhythm, but he didn't care as long as he got to stay close to her. Happy to keep feeling her hips move under his hands. “Not sure how sexy I’m looking doing this, but you've got enough sex appeal for the both of us.” With a playful smirk, he focused, feeling his hips loosen up a bit as he started to catch the rhythm she was showing him. “Is this close?” he asked, laughing as he gave it a shot, still trying to match her fluid movements.

His compliment made her flush. "I have to disagree, I think all those muscles of yours are plenty sexy," she hummed. Looking down, she definitely noticed how his body was reacting to her - but forced her attention to his hips. "Yeah! Just try to keep your chest still - the movement should come from the hip to start with. Everything else comes after."

A soft sigh spilled from her lips as he leaned into her. Letting her arms slide around his shoulders, the dancer leaned up to press her lips to the side of his neck, her hips still moving in that enticing rhythm that had drawn him in.

The convict mostly stood still, feeling her touches and watching her move in front of him. A growled echoed from deep in his throat as he felt her lips against his neck. He hands come up as if on pure instinct, gripping against her hips as he pulled himself into her, attempting to follow her movements.

His firm hold had her arching closer, heat swirling under her skin. She let her tongue explore his skin in warm, lazy strokes, hands groping and gripping at his firm shoulders. The way their hips moved together definitely made her think of something else they could be doing - something that would absolutely fill his craving of human contact.

She blushed and let her skirt fall, though it didn't sit quite right over her groin. "Would you like to find out more about it?" she asked, moving closer, her hips tipping in lazy sways. "I'm sure you could make me want to tell you all my secrets."

"I'm sure I could make you tell me anything I wanted," Peggy chuckled, as she stepped closer. "So why don't you get that pretty arse in my lap and tell me your secrets," she grinned, as she took a seat next to the table.

The dancer happily perched on the woman's lap, swishing the long front panel of her skirt out of the way so Peggy could see her straining thong between her thighs. "What kind of secrets would you like to know? Probably not like the time I snuck two pieces of cake before dinner," she said with a smile.

She licked her lips, groping the plump behind in front of her, loving how eager this precious piggy seemed to be. "How can I refuse something as sweet as this?" the dancer mused, kneeling behind the other and not wasting a moment before she leaned in to lap hungrily at his hole.

The fuck pig groaned loudly as his hole was eaten out, and gripped the ties that held him to the wall tightly. "Oh God," he moaned desperately, his dick leaking precum against his firm stomach.

Hearing and feeling him react to her tongue was making her moan against him, the skimpy silk thong under her skirt beginning to get tighter as her cock swelled. Flushed, she leaned back enough to spit over his hole, easing a finger into the twitching entrance. "You do taste sweet - and I bet you'll sound even sweeter getting fucked," she teased.